Driving at night. A particular place, no particular reason. Driving through the night? Time disjointed from stuttering movement. Car and road soaked in disconnected time. Driving through a night? Driving in the day. Driving through the day? Driving night through day. Possibly some unnoticed bifurcations of possibility.
Talking for hours in the kitchen. Sometimes something is said. Smoking cigarettes for hours in a timeless kitchen. Intermittently experiencing sparsely flickering time. Sitting in the window in the kitchen, pressing soles against the wall. As if s/he could feel those 600 trillion neutrinos passing through her body every second.